At least it’s for me and not at me.
Scene: Apartment. Alice is running from room to room, cursing under her breath. Henry is sitting amidst the piles of Star Wars guys.
Henry: Play with me. Play with me, Mommy. Play with me. Play with me. Play with me, Mama. [He knows this gets me.]
Alice: I can’t find my book. Where the hell did I put my book?
Henry: PLAY WITH ME.
Alice: I’m so frustrated! I have been looking everywhere for my book, which I just started, and I didn't want to like it but I do and I WAS JUST READING IT WHAT THE HELL DID I DO WITH IT?
Henry: I’m so frustrated too because you can’t find your book. Now play with me.
Alice: You have to give me a minute.
Henry: I am so mad at you right now.
Alice looks at the garbage bin. Could it be in there? But how? Why? What? She flips it open.
Alice: Henry! Do you want to hear a funny story?
Henry: I do want to hear a funny story.
Alice: My book was in the garbage, Henry. I put the book in the garbage. Because I am a crazy lady.
Henry: And I am laughing and laughing for you!










November 22, 2005
Reader Comments (54)
just looking for, you know, tips.
Not only can you write something better than that, you do write something better than that.
A co-worker (co-freelancer) recommended that book to me when I was pregnant, and I kind of brushed off the suggestion. Now I'm going to take another look, if only for a fluffy-enjoyment read.
Possible Finslippy motto: "I do want to hear a funny story."
I'd rather read this: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0399153322/002-5654630-3837645?v=glance&n=283155&s=books&v=glance
I am also laughing and laughing for you.
I once threw my socks in the toilet instead of the hamper.
You are not alone.
I once put a cup of coffee in the linen closet and didn't discover it until the next day.
I've looked all over my apartment for keys I was already holding. I kept thinking to myself, "I'm annoyed by this thing in my hand. And where the fuck are my keys?"